Glory Days - Mind.In.A.Box

When metal cleaves bone.

When hope is left alone.

It’s not pain that I fear.

Nor the head of the spear.

It’s the shadows of the mind.

It’s the closed vision-blind.

In those moments I run.

Like a waiting trap, sprung.

Like a bullet shot, stung.

In those moments I run.

When no treasure is secure.

When the malady has no cure.

It’s not danger that I fear.

Nor the whispering ear.

It’s the lack of a lasting future.

It’s the never-healing suture.

In those moments I run.

Like the horizon chasing sight.

Like dusk chasing daylight.

In those moments I run.

When words have no sense.

When belief has no evidence.

It’s not others that I fear.

Nor the smile and the tear.

It’s the pure unfiltered insanity.

It’s the beast called humanity.

In those moments I run.

Like the sane man I am.

Like the lion from the lamb.

In those moments I run.